Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Forty Two

*Lauren's POV*

"No no no... This is your last one Lauren." Benny yells to me over the pulsing music.

There are three things I have learned about Benny in the last two hours we have spent at the club.

1. Benny is extremely responsible.

2. Benny is a chatterbox and never stops talking, but is also genuine and really a cool guy.

3. Benny doesn't drink.

"Who are you my father?" I tease Benny before taking a long sip of my drink.

I'm drunk, I have to be in order to handle this night properly. The only problem is Benny isnt, he can't be; so I can't push off his affectionate touches and soft words as the alcohol.

"No but you're already slurring Lauren, you're lucky I lived in the UK and dealt with a lot of drunk teammates or else I wouldn't be able to understand anything you say." Benny responds and I rub my temple.

"You're implying I have a thick accent?" The flashing lights of the club keep flitting across my face, randomly casting streams of multi colored light into my eyes.

The club is busy, so busy. I've barely seen Niall and Serena since we first got here. I think they are in the VIP section that overlooks the dance floor, they have to be. When Niall was dancing earlier people kept interrupting him for pictures.

"I find it cute." Benny says, grinning at me and taking a sip of his water.

His fucking water.

I want to yell at him for the hundredth time to live a little and drink some alcohol but a new song starts playing, and I recognize it immediately.

"Let's go dance!" I yell to him, slamming down the rest of my drink and putting the empty glass on a bartenders tray that just walked past us.

"I've never heard this song." Benny yells at me, grinning and I give him an appalled look.

"Miley Cyrus? Of course you haven't you live under a rock." I laugh and he grabs my hand, pulling me towards the dance floor.

I look down at where our hands out connercted, it feels odd. But I don't let go.

He must find a spot that's too his liking because he stops in the middle of the floor, we are surrounded by many sweaty bodies and the music is loud, causing my head to throb with the beat.

Benny twirls me so my back his against his and starts rocking his hips, dancing on me.

I laugh freely, the sound lost under the volume of the music. He places his hands on my hips and I casually put my hands over his, leading our hips in rhythm with the music.

"I would sing the words to you, if I knew them and your boyfriend wasn't a professional singer." Benny says in my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck and cheek.

"What does it matter if my boyfriend is a singer?" I laugh, turning my head so I can see him.

"He probably sings to you all the time! And he's good." Benny grins.

Sings to me all the time? Rarely. As in never.

I can't remember Harry every singing to me. He hums a lot, maybe sings a few lines of a song casually along with the radio. Of course I hear him sing almost everyday for thousands of people, but to just me? Never.

"I'm sure his voice is just a scratch of your vocal abilities." I tease and Benny laughs, throwing his head back. "But no one has ever sang to me."